Consultation 65. (VERY CENSORED)

“God, in case you were unaware of this, I am a gourmet. I actually love to eat, but there is something I haven’t eaten yet that I’ve always wanted to try. How do I fatten my CENSORED up and prepare him to be the finest cuisine I’ve ever feasted upon?”

“You… had a CENSORED?”

“Yes, it seems that way.”

“What do you mean it seems that way? How the hell did someone like you get CENSORED?”

What fool in their right mind consciously stuck their CENSORED into this crazy CENSORED obsessed woman?

“Perhaps it was the work of God. Maybe I was CENSORED by you while we were talking during our last meeting.”

”No. No. No! No CENSORED of mine will ever fall out of your mangled CENSORED infested CENSORED. And you’re not going to get CENSORED from just talking to me even if I am a God.”

“What? You mean to say it wasn’t you? But if it wasn’t because I talked to you, how did I get CENSORED?”

“Don’t put on that clueless face like you have no idea.”

“But I really don’t know. Well, whatever, who cares about that anyway? My CENSORED has already been CENSORED and he’s already CENSORED years old. I’d like to know how to fatten him up.”

It hadn’t been too long since I’d seen her last. Though that may be the case, this was her from a future point in time in her universe.

“When you say fatten him up, what exactly do you mean?”

“I’d like to fill him with a lot of despair before I eat him. I’ve found tormenting and making CENSORED despair before I kill and eat them taste far better than eating them when they’ve lived a happy life. The despair somehow seems to add a very vibrant flavor and bring out the best in the ingredient.”

“And when you say you want to… eat him…”

“Oh, it’s not what you think. Because of my last two requests, you probably think I mean in that way, but this time I mean the way one eats their food.”

What’s worse is that I hadn’t thought wrong at all. It was exactly what I feared she meant, cannibalizing her own CENSORED.

“Then, the way to ‘fatten’ him up the most would naturally be to feed him the sorts of things you enjoy.”

“Oh, you mean like CENSORED?”

“I meant in terms of food.”

“Yeah, then CENSORED.”

“Wait. I thought you just enjoyed sex with-”

“No, I eat them too.”

I actually trembled, even her last request hadn’t made me bat an eye when I compared it to her first request. However, this request was different, she’d actually done it, she somehow found a way to top her first request.

“T-T-Then… if that’s the case… you mix in ground-up CENSORED meat into his meals. You can steal dead CENSORED from CENSORED victims and CENSORED in hospitals. While you’re at it, you should get CENSORED yourself and tell your CENSORED he’s going to have a CENSORED soon. Let it grow inside you and get his hopes up. When you’re satisfied with the size of the CENSORED inside you, you can use the rod method to CENSOR it. You will CENSOR it in front of your CENSORED and let him watch helplessly as the mangled flesh of his CENSORED drips out of you directly before his innocent eyes. You will have him tied down and restrained in a chair, forcing him to watch the entire process from beginning to end.”

“Once you’ve collected the CENSORED, you will then prepare a meal out of the flesh of the CENSORED from his CENSORED in front of him. You will then forcefully feed it to him and reveal the true identity of what he’s been eating for the last few months. If eating the flesh of the CENSORED of his CENSORED hasn’t already broken him, knowing he’s been feasting upon CENSORED for months and enjoying it certainly will. He’ll be sent into an endless abyss of despair.”

“At that point, he will turn into the most delectable ingredient for a sick monster like you.”

“Hehehe. It’s exactly as I thought. God really is the best. You truly know how to get my mouth watering. Just hearing you describe it is enough to get me excited. It’s a shame it will take several months, but the finest delicacies take time to prepare after all.” She wore a deceptively jovial smile while clapping her hands together in front of her.

A shiver ran down my back. She showed not the slightest sign of humanity. She was a monster at heart with the appearance of an innocent sheep on the outside.

“It’s your CENSORED though. Don’t you think you should reconsider?”

“My CENSORED? I only CENSORED him for this long because I wanted to try eating him. Wolf spiders do it, and for a long time it made me ponder over whether it would taste any good.”

“But you’re not a wolf spider you know.”

“So?” She didn’t have a shred of CENSORED love in her eyes when she said that. She couldn’t see anything that wasn’t herself.

“I see…”

“So once I’ve prepared and fattened him up by revealing everything to him, I can eat him alive, is that correct, God?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Perfect. Since you’ve been such a great help, I’ll send you a container as thanks.”

“No. I don’t need such a thing.”

“Don’t be shy and just accept it. You’ve done so much for me, I need to pay you back.”

“I really don’t want it. Don’t send it to me, I’ll throw it out.”

“If you say so. Your loss I guess, more for me.”

After she said that, she took her leave.

I was left behind alone in the room with chills. I was extremely thankful that I’d never had the misfortune to have an inhumane monster of a CENSORED like her before I reincarnated as a God.